Try as you might, the horizon will continue to elude you despite your endless persistence. Don't make the destination the sole meaning. Take pleasure in the journey. Swim a minute beside me...

Sunday, May 21, 2006

The original description for this blog was:With everything honest, I endeavor to share some of my experiences. The starting point is now, the first of fourteen months travelling. I start in Portland, Oregon, and I'm not sure where it'll end...

However, it's time for a change, we're going to take a new direction here. The was appropriate in June 2003 when this blog started, but I need something else, something more au currant.

While talking with my neighbor about New Orleans several months back, I was taught about native Nawlins culture unbeknownst to me. The Second-Line club was an outcropping of a funeral practices from way back when. The original practice was having a band follow funeral processions and begin the second line once the casket was in the ground symbolizing a triumph of spirit over death. This topic resonated with her because she has been involved in documenting the devastation since Katrina. I applaud her for engaging the difficult and draining task of making a difference.

She is putting together a longer term project, which I am unclear on the details of; however, as they become available I'll post where more information can be found.